His Beautiful Witness.

⭐ Chapter 7: Killing Me Softly

I attacked his lips. He was shocked by my reaction but gave in, as his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me into my covers. He kissed me back, slowly. It wasn't as urgent and rough as I was trying to make it, since he practically teared his mouth away.

'What happened?' He bored his eyes into mine. He tucked a piece of my black wave behind my ear. 'Just stopping something you may regret.' Even his voice was such a turn on. I bit my lip. 'Don't do that.' 'What?' I bit it again. 'That.' I teased him. He suddenly grabbed my lip in between his teeth, and pulled it gently. His lips returned as the pace differentiated. It become hotter and needy, as his mouth explored mine in a passionate manner. His hand slowly went up my top onto my chest. It inched to my bra. I recalled the last time his hands were there in the tub. I blushed.

His hand went into my hair, grabbing it roughly, as his mouth worked in the same manner. His mouth reached my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. He gently nipped it and sucked on my skin. His hands slowly traced up and down my chest, as he grabbed my breast. He felt my nipple and pinched it through the material. I moaned. He looked at me directly as he massaged them in his hands. I suddenly felt hot under his touch, creating an uproar down in my panties. I wanted his hands there too.

He pulled my t-shirt off and put me on top of him. He moaned at the sight of me as I straddled his waist. I reached for his lips again. His arms were around my back, reaching to the clasp of my red bra. He was about to unclasp it till I heard my mother's voice.

'Rose!' I shuddered. I quickly grabbed my t-shirt and straightned my hair.

No. I didn't exactly jump back into his arms. It had been a week since Hunter had been at my home. His wound was healing soon, as I continued bathing him and replacing his bandage. He stayed awfully quiet after that heated moment that we shared. At this point I couldn't understand what was running in his mind now. The nightmares he suffered at night kinda lessened, as I held him in my arms every night. I always wondered what they could be about as I watched his body and mind steadily calm down. He had no qualms about me holding him. It probably reminded him of someone.

Till one morning, he left. The creases of my sheets may be evident of his presence however it was just as empty and meaningless. He didn't even thank me. What was even more sad was that he was aware of my intrigue towards him. He knew I was attracted to his mysterious aura. Each page was revealed as a gateway into my mind. The curious one. Only he knew that.

The figure returned back to his world. The dark prison he captured himself in. He had received a text from the 'boss'.

'Remember if anyone knows anything, they must be dead.'

'No one knows. Our secret is still safe.'

Except the girl.

The last days of my holiday arrived, as school was nearing. The last year of my schooling life was close and I was lying on my bed, recalling my last moments with Hunter. The dread in his eyes, his supposed dark past was all inked in my mind. His skilful hands along the slope of my breasts. His touch, his aura. I had never experienced so many sensations at once. I saw a different side to him these past few days. He probably left due to the fear of exposure. Or perhaps it was for a deadly reason that was dangerous just like him. Who knew? I was getting more curious.

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Hunter was preparing himself for his next assignment. He must be focusing on his mission, not be falling for the charms of an high school girl.

He never expected to meet the girl that he had been watching for years now.

When he first arrived here, he illegally shifted here with help of an trusted henchman. He was currently on the run for shooting an police officer. He was infact innocent but was misdirected by the boss. He was trapped thus he had to move to an place where no one can identify him. Velvet Court was the most quiet and less notorious town. He was impressed by the record of low crime-rates which would easily conceal his identity since crime was the least thing anyone would talk about. As if it was non-existent. Perfect!

He did his research on the local police station and noted the head sergeant Ned Phillips. Though there hasn't been any alarms raised ever since he arrived.

As each day passed in that dark house. There was only a few people he trusted in the organization that he knew. Because the less he knew, the less attention would be garnered.

He was also on the hunt for the man that betrayed his instincts. He never knew who he was working under, as he was often referred to as the boss. He never met the boss personally. He was just aware of him.

Hunter realised that the police officer he had assassinated was honest. The boss had played with his sentiments and declared him the enemy. He wasn't. Hunter knew something was wrong as the boss laid an trap for him. Did he find out his real purpose of joining him? Was he aware of why he dropped his college degree to pursue the Underworld.

Only the boss had the key to the answers he had been searching for relentlessly since that horrible night. He has been working secretly for the boss, without letting him be aware of his true intentions. It was the only way he could get closer to the answers that haunted him every night.

He had spent his time alone, detached from the outside world. He would make those ocassional trips to the shops and local areas, but lived like he didn't want to be found. No one knew a thing.

He noticed a girl with long black hair that walked past his house everyday from school through his cameras as he scouted for potential danger.

One day, she was carrying a whole heap of books that fell down as she stumbled. It was a really warm day and she was sweating. He sneaked out his house somehow, as if he was coming from another direction. He kept his face sealed with his hood as he offered to help the girl. He noticed her caramel skin and her large light brown eyes. She offered a sweet smile. He carried her books to her front door, a couple of houses away from his. She thanked him, but he immediately left. She stood there confused about the man's odd behavior. This was a while ago.

He would see her walk past everyday, sometimes ignoring the house or looking up at it as if she noticed something odd about it. He wasn't a creep but there was something remotely interesting about her. He shrugged it off.

Till that night, there was an attack on him. Someone had broke in, aware of his location. He had slashed the man's throat in one go. It was just another one of those bloody nights till he sensed movement in his radar.

The girl that he was interested in had noticed him. He watched her enter the property quietly, walking towards where he was. What was she doing here at this peak of time. Shouldn't she be in her room, studying for biology or something. He went back inside, knowing she would follow.

He knew that the blood would lead her to the room where the attack took place. He had no choice but to make her unconscious as he jumped at the opportunity.

Out of all the people that had to find him, it had to be her.